The Ressurrection

Your dreams may have flatlined.  The authorities have put them in a bodybag, ready to card them away to the morgue.  The pathologist has been called to examine why your dreams have died, like if you need to be reminded of the dreaded disappointments.  You know that all too well.  

The memories don’t cease to haunt your every waking moment.  You’ve started to make funeral arrangements for your dreams, “the newly departed.” You’re in silence.  So quiet…you only hear your heartbeat with a rhythm of fear, as it borders arrhythmia.  “Lub dub, luubb dub, lub dub.”

One. Two. Three.  An impression is made.  All of a sudden, the atmosphere is changing.  Your head perks up…”What is going on?”  You pay no attention and continue minding your own business.

A man walks up to you.  He’s holding a treasure chest.  He hands you the treasure chest while saying, “I haven’t forgotten.  You are not forgotten.”

As fast at the Man showed up, you don’t see Him again.  You open the treasure chest, only to find all of your dreams ALIVE and invigorated.

"But those who wait on the LORD
      Shall renew their strength;
      They shall mount up with wings like eagles,
      They shall run and not be weary,
      They shall walk and not faint" (Isaiah 40:31)

 Hold on to your dreams.  Don’t let go.  Don’t let go!!  God has invested too much into your life for you to give up.  It shall come to pass.  Every last promise shall come to pass and be fulfilled.  “He will perfect that which concerns you.”  There is too much greatness within you to give up.  This mountain climb’s gonna be worth it all.